Approaching the corner with excess speed, heel toe down a gear and let the engine braking pull the nose down. Turn in and when the front rubber bites, yank the handbrake and counter.
Sometimes the drift is spectacular. Sometimes, the ditch wins.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

deconstructing carnival grounds

A little boy stands and watches from a distance as the lights go out on the once sparkling carousel. With a tear in his eye ends the cheerful tune. Ends the laughter. Ends the bliss. The carnival is leaving town. Maybe my life's been a ball till now but that's all about to change. Party's over, life starts here.What a weekend. For one, the creative director in my agency has quit. My thoughts selfishly drift a couple of months into the future.

What if the new CD turns out to be an ass/random primate?

Who's gonna stick up for us creative dudes?

Who'll provide the intelligence?

Given my way, I'd want him to stay. But he says he's taken care of everything. Well, I said nothing. He deserves his 1 year sabbatical anyway. Selfish thoughts creep back in.

The studio gonna be a pretty boring joint.

Less one chill-out partner.

Less one diss-random-colleagues partner

Anyway, here's to you, B. Have a severely chilled out year ahead filled with alco and perhaps secret herbs. And get yourself a chick. Japanese.

In the course of the weekend I've also realised that my best homies from when chicks were unobtanium are no longer on my flight path. I guess I knew before but it's never hit me. Alcohol, fags and I dunno... questionable morals were never part of the picture during those wonder years.

Then again who am I to judge. At times I feel I'm the worst of sinners. But at least I'm trying.

I feel deserted. Sad, yes. And mildly disgusted that they've given up when I haven't.

The road is tough enough as it is, but dammit going it alone is something else. I know Jesus has my back covered, but it sure helps to have peeps with skin, bones and fatz to keep me going.

What a weekend of downs. At least I concluded it with black pepper venison rice. I think it should be the official after-badminton meal.